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SPN100 Challenge: Squirm. Crowley's new favorite pastime. 100 word drabble. Set season ten.
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Never a Stab nor Squirm (a.k.a. 'I Know What You Did Last Season's Hiatus')
"It costs me never a stab nor squirm, to tread by chance upon a worm. 'Aha, my little dear,' I say, 'Your clan will pay me back one day.'" – 'Thought for a Sunshiny Morning', Dorothy Parker
Crowley leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on his desk. He swirled his glass of Glencraig, holding it up to admire the color against the light.
"Didn't you hear what I just said? You gonna help or not?" repeated Dean, cheeks reddening in agitation.
Crowley raised a mocking eyebrow, now equally admiring the ruddy glow of the eldest Winchester. "Oh, I heard you, Squirrel. Let's not pretend we don't both enjoy me making you squirm."
He sipped his drink, not bothering to hide his smirk, while Dean shifted uncomfortably under the sudden scrutiny of his brother.
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